Tag Archives: Shady Cosgrove

7.30am

I look after children who are not mine, sometimes in the mornings before school. Their moods are like magpies circling the living room – all sharp beak and straight flight. I’ve taken to wearing a bicycle helmet decorated with cable … Continue reading

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Mother(land)

I woke to zebras on the front lawn. They were still waiting after showers and cereal, after double-checking the home reader was signed and packed into the school bag. Our son stared but I bundled him into the car, already … Continue reading

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